Salme 14

1 (Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Dårerne siger i Hjertet: "Der er ingen Gud!" Slet og afskyeligt handler de, ingen gør godt.

For the choirmaster. Of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their acts are vile. There is no one who does good.

2 HERREN skuer ned fra Himlen på Menneskens Børn for at se, om der findes en forstandig, nogen, der søger Gud.

The LORD looks down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if any understand, if any seek God.

3 Afveget er alle, til Hobe fordærvet, ingen gør godt, end ikke een!

All have turned away, they have together become corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.

4 Er alle de Udådsmænd da uden Forstand, der æder mit Folk, som åd de Brød, og ikke påkalder HERREN?

Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon the LORD.

5 Af Rædsel gribes de da, thi Gud er i de retfærdiges Slægt.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, for God is in the company of the righteous.

6 Gør kun den armes Råd til Skamme, HERREN er dog hans Tilflugt.

You sinners frustrate the plans of the oppressed, yet the LORD is their shelter.

7 Ak, kom dog fra Zion Israels Frelse! Når HERREN vender Folkets Skæbne, skal Jakob juble, Israel glædes!

Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come from Zion! When the LORD restores His captive people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad!